Ethics
Title: Ethics
Characters/Pairing: Morgan & Reid (implied future Reid/Elle, perhaps?)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Suggestive dialogue, silliness
Notes: Written for cm_het_drabble's prompt, smoking. Also, obviously, this is like.... wayyyyyy early. Like, Extreme Aggressor early.
"I heard they filled our vacant position." Morgan leans nonchalantly against the desk and takes a sip of his coffee.
"Oh yeah?" Reid glances up from his file for a moment, then his eyes track back down. "Who is it?"
"Elle."
Reid's hands go still on the paper he's holding, and he clears his throat. He waits for a beat before looking back up, his face carefully blank. "Elle... Greenaway? From the Seattle office?"
Morgan nods, a sly grin spreading across his face. "The very same. What do you think?"
"Of... of her?"
"No, kid, of the Orioles' six-one loss last week. Yeah, of her."
"She's... she seems smart."
"Smart?" Morgan lifts his eyebrows. "Or hot?"
"Smart. I said smart." Reid's eyes are back on his file, but they're not moving, and Morgan can tell he isn't actually absorbing anything.
"You said smart, but you meant hot." He sets his mug down on Reid's desk and starts drumming his fingers, clearly enjoying himself. "Am I right, or am I right? You think she's smokin'."
Reid's grip on his paper is so tight now that the edges are wrinkling, and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "She's..."
"Hot."
"She's... sure. Yeah. She's attractive."
"You'd bang her."
"I'd... what? No. I don't... no," he stammers, shaking his head so hard for emphasis that his hair falls into his face, and he shoves it back nervously.
Morgan's eyes are laughing now, and from the look on his face, the rest of him isn't far behind. "You would hit that in a hot second."
"No. That's... that's unprofessional, and it... no. It violates about eighteen of the Bureau's ethics policies, and... no. Not to mention that I... I don't like that term." The paper in Reid's hands is crumpled almost beyond help now, and his knee is bouncing.
"That term?" Morgan laughs and attempts to pick his coffee back up, but he's shaking too hard and sets it back down.
"Yes. You know, studies have suggested that couching the sex act in violent terms contributes to an environment that links sexual expression with aggression and reduces the safety of women and children within that environment. So I don't..." His voice falters a little, falls lower. "I don't use it."
Morgan pauses for a moment, and then the laughter is back, bigger and louder and harder. He claps Reid on the shoulder hard. "You know what, kid? She is gonna loooooove you. You better watch yourself, or you're going to be ethics violated allllllll over the place. You mark my words." He picks up his coffee, still laughing, and saunters away shaking his head.
Characters/Pairing: Morgan & Reid (implied future Reid/Elle, perhaps?)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Suggestive dialogue, silliness
Notes: Written for cm_het_drabble's prompt, smoking. Also, obviously, this is like.... wayyyyyy early. Like, Extreme Aggressor early.
"I heard they filled our vacant position." Morgan leans nonchalantly against the desk and takes a sip of his coffee.
"Oh yeah?" Reid glances up from his file for a moment, then his eyes track back down. "Who is it?"
"Elle."
Reid's hands go still on the paper he's holding, and he clears his throat. He waits for a beat before looking back up, his face carefully blank. "Elle... Greenaway? From the Seattle office?"
Morgan nods, a sly grin spreading across his face. "The very same. What do you think?"
"Of... of her?"
"No, kid, of the Orioles' six-one loss last week. Yeah, of her."
"She's... she seems smart."
"Smart?" Morgan lifts his eyebrows. "Or hot?"
"Smart. I said smart." Reid's eyes are back on his file, but they're not moving, and Morgan can tell he isn't actually absorbing anything.
"You said smart, but you meant hot." He sets his mug down on Reid's desk and starts drumming his fingers, clearly enjoying himself. "Am I right, or am I right? You think she's smokin'."
Reid's grip on his paper is so tight now that the edges are wrinkling, and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "She's..."
"Hot."
"She's... sure. Yeah. She's attractive."
"You'd bang her."
"I'd... what? No. I don't... no," he stammers, shaking his head so hard for emphasis that his hair falls into his face, and he shoves it back nervously.
Morgan's eyes are laughing now, and from the look on his face, the rest of him isn't far behind. "You would hit that in a hot second."
"No. That's... that's unprofessional, and it... no. It violates about eighteen of the Bureau's ethics policies, and... no. Not to mention that I... I don't like that term." The paper in Reid's hands is crumpled almost beyond help now, and his knee is bouncing.
"That term?" Morgan laughs and attempts to pick his coffee back up, but he's shaking too hard and sets it back down.
"Yes. You know, studies have suggested that couching the sex act in violent terms contributes to an environment that links sexual expression with aggression and reduces the safety of women and children within that environment. So I don't..." His voice falters a little, falls lower. "I don't use it."
Morgan pauses for a moment, and then the laughter is back, bigger and louder and harder. He claps Reid on the shoulder hard. "You know what, kid? She is gonna loooooove you. You better watch yourself, or you're going to be ethics violated allllllll over the place. You mark my words." He picks up his coffee, still laughing, and saunters away shaking his head.